A guest arrives, bringing spring water
Honey dew and a flock of gulls
Jasmine wreaths and maple tea
The floral path of being swept by a cloudy wine
Is this the face to bring me to Heaven?
Is this the taste of the deepest market?
A guest arrives, with music of Mandarin
So should I go to heaven above
With her in this human world, how many times
In a lifetime can I find such as this?
A guest arrives, with spring bright and clean
One clump of peach blossoms open-mouthed
Is dark or light red more to be loved?
Her pink touch is glowing in my chest
Unrestrained as the stars moving in the ocean
A reflection of the flowers of the sun
Mirrored in my soul so constantly
A guest arrives, and my house is small and thatched
But she does not notice my poverty
She makes an alchemy of gold from my fire-stones.
Wuji Seshat 
I absolutely love this. Poverty matters not when the heart holds riches.
I wish it were true, that love could conquer material struggles…I do not know how often it is true.
When it isn’t true, it’s not a pure love, therefore – there is no loss. That’s my belief anyway. Smiles
It’s the pure love that I’m after…good point.
I was inspired by you today. I wrote Humble, as a result. Blessings
You’re talented. I mean that.
Jim
…we think u got a typo bro! psalm? beautiful read! ^^~~~~
wolf I’ve been writing faster today than I can howl…
…dont blister ur paws…but when the Muse bites the wolfe howls…probably finish the symphony tomorrow…then have to edit it 😦 boring! 🙂
yeah silver wolf never learned how to edit, boo…only the great ponds up north knows his howl-songs.